"What did you do to me, Karyn?" Jon asked firmly.
"You'll just have to figure it out for yourself."
Jon looked himself over. Nothing was different. He was still a guy, he didn't have breasts, and his clothes were the same thing he always wore: a pink leotard and tutu with pink tights and ballet slippers. It must be a trick, he thought. She probably just went into the other room and sat there for a few minutes, trying to play with my head.
Karyn actually looked a little worried that Jon didn't notice that he was wearing a pink tutu.
"Jon, you really don't see anything wrong with what you're wearing? Anything at all?"
Jon looked again. "Is my tutu on backwards again?"
Karyn raised an eyebrow.
